The Village, part 2

Georgians can be incredibly resourceful. They seem to roll with the ebb and flow of supply and demand by making due with what they can when it's available. Case in point: village houses. I didn't see a single house in the village that was constructed of uniform materials. And from what I've seen of the rest of the country, this village is no exception.

DT personally rebuilt this house from the ground up--just added the pitched roof last year. He'd love more than anything to have a month free to spend finishing it off. I thought the lean-to shed was classic, but he can't wait to knock it down.

The acred property was littered with fallen fruit, awaiting harvest.

We wasted no time getting to work.

The girls were in heaven...

...tree climbing heaven.

It was a gorgeous fall day,

cool and sunny,

and the work was social and enjoyable,

with something for everyone.

DT's son gave this tree a vigorous shake and the apples came tumbling down.

We filled at least a dozen bags.